Hiya. Just got in after the concert. Well, I put that damned woman in her place. While I was trying to get a drink at the interval this woman started speaking to me, gushing about "how striking, how exceptional" we were. I thought it was a bit over the top, like a bit suspicious, and then I realised I recognised her. It was a few seconds before I figured out who it was: it was that woman from The Vaults, a couple of weeks ago, who kept staring and staring at me. The rudest woman I've ever seen. All but got a metre stick out and started measuring the nose. Presumably she was taking the piss - "striking", "exceptional", my arse. So I stared at her and said:

"I expect you're wondering why I needed the bow for the fiddle. Why not just use the nose, eh?" That shut her up. Bitch. I turned away and left her there. I was tempted to stay actually, to see the look on her face, but decided discretion was the better part of valour. Didn't see her again after that. Wonder why... *G* Told the others about it later and caused a good laugh. Don has started calling me Fiddlenose. Not strictly accurate, of course, it should be Bownose, but that doesn't sound quite right somehow... *L*

The concert went okay. The first couple of sets were a bit ropey, truth to tell. Marie and me, in particular: the Fiddle Twins weren't quite together. Not at all bad, though, and we got a pretty good reception. Good as you ever get in the Scar and Batter, anyway. Why do we play there? One day our agent will come. Sweep us off to stardom... As if. But during "The Otter's Holt" I thought I got it just right. Could feel the change coming over me, felt myself relaxing. Everything else went out of the window, it was just me and the fiddle. Life, problems, etc just disappeared. I love it when that happens. It's like you go onto another plane, the music takes you over. Nothing matters, nothing else exists really. It doesn't happen very often, and that was the first time in a long time. Probably since... well, probably. Anyway, it was good. After that, the set went pretty well.

I chickened out of singing tonight, though. I was going to do "Withered and died" but didn't feel up to it. Next time, though, I promise. My confidence is growing all the time. Still can't face the crowd when we first come on stage though. That bit terrifies me, really terrifies me. It's not until I start playing that I calm down. Then you kind of hit automatic pilot, and I start to enjoy myself. I'm not what you'd call a natural performer, though. *G* Just hope my terror doesn't show.

So anyway, time for a bath and a quick read. Nothing heavy. Had a few lagers after the set tonight, and my eyes are a bit wonky. Hope I can read this in the morning. Hope it makes sense too... *L*. Night night.

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